A/N: this is a little something I’ll drabble in when I’m bored or stuck on writers block, but it is NOT a drabble. It’s just a start for now but I want to add more scenes with other people, so please leave a comment on the bottom of your name, gender, what you want to happen in your scene and if you want it happy, depressing, funny, romantic, etc. A lot of them will seem like drabbles, but they may be added on to, which is why I’m not calling them drabbles. R&R&R!
The Bad Haircut
Artemis walked into the barber shop and ran a hand through the too-long hair. He hadn’t had a haircut since his resurrection, three months ago. He had spent the time recovering his memories and going through endless tests.
A woman who looked about forty and wore too much makeup walked up and told him to wait, saying she would be through in a few minutes. Artemis nodded and sat down in one of the glossy leather chairs.
About ten minutes later, an older, gray-haired man walked out and brought him to one of the trimming stations. Artemis explained exactly what he wanted done , and the old man muttered a reply. The barber threw the vinyl cape around and it settled over Artemis’ slim frame. He then twisted the chair away from the mirror and set to work.
The old man set the blow dryer on the counter and took the vinyl cape off Artemis’ shoulders before brushing them clean of the few raven strands that had fallen. He twisted the chair back around to face the mirror.
Artemis’ heart almost stopped.
His hair looked terrible. It was entirely too short in the front and was uneven by almost and inch in the back. He whipped around, his face a color crimson that would make even Root look pale. He glared daggers at the sleepy looking old man and called loudly for the manager.
The woman came out and her eyes widened when she saw the old man. “Dad! What do you think you are doing?! I told you to bring him back here, not trim him yourself!”
She looked apologetically at the boy who, not surprisingly, looked like he had a third degree sunburn. She quickly pulled the man to the back and pulled the door shut. Artemis swore he heard a lock turn, then she came back out.
“I am so sorry about that. Let me fix your hair, free of charge?” she said desperately, making it sound more like a question.
Artemis’ face had, almost, returned to normal. He nodded stiffly and sat back down.